Every once in a while I stumble across a blog or website that might have been made just for me. HomepageoftheDead is one of them. Writer&Cat (also known as Mean Kitty and Writing Slave) is another. The link above is to my interview conducted by Mean Kitty… or is that Meankitty? Must find out her proper spelling… but do check out the other interviews and the rest of the website. Those of us who have cats truly relate to the moniker ‘Typing Slave.’
Definitely under the category of WTF?!!!!
Received via email today:
Dear Cynthia & Dana,
Greetings from Religious Broadcasting, a subsidiary of Living Word
Publishing Ministry here in Nigeria . A member of the Christan books
sellers association of Nigeria ,(cban).We are highly committed to
printing and distributing of Christian and Motivational books in
Nigeria and some West African Countries.
After going through your web address, we came across your books with
great potentials and we wish to inform you that we are interested in
the books and therefore, officially solicit for your permission to
reprint and distribute in Nigeria . However, let us know your
condition[s] attach if any.
The books
1,What Men Really Want In Bed by Cynthia W. Gentry
2,What Women Really Want in Bed by Cynthia W. Gentry
Thanks for your anticipated cooperation. Expecting to here from you soon.
Yours faithfully,
Andrew Osunde
CEO.
Contact us at
Religious Broadcasting Inc.,
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Benin City , Edo State , Nigeria
Champagne available in Paperback!
That’s right! Our sexy-torso endowed garden gnome (you KNOW it looks like a garden gnome with the castle turret right there) is now available in paperback here. Champagne is a book I’m especially proud of because it really pushed my limits and comfort zone as a writer to create a story with a: no mystery, and b: no zombies. 🙂
Product Description
“Well-written with Ms. LaVey’s usual flair for humor, sex and fun, Champagne is a wild ride through France. Ms. LaVey has a way with words and humor; she never fails to leave a smile on my face.” –Bookwenches (4 stars)
“Champagne by Inara LaVey is a witty, fun, informational and erotic adventure through France’s wine country. I look forward to reading more work from this talented author.” –Dark Divas (4 “delightful divas”)
Jeanette Wilson is an American girl on the trip of a lifetime to the wine regions of France. Unfortunately, she’s trapped with her soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend Daryl, a self-absorbed, self-aggrandizing, self-styled wine expert bent on swirling, sniffing, sipping, swishing, chewing, swallowing and occasionally spitting his way through the wineries. Between his endless lectures and insufferable putdowns, her insignificant other is quickly turning her dream vacation into a nightmare. But things change for Jeanette once they come to the zenith of their French road trip, the Champagne house of Chateau Roux-Dubois. Their hosts, Amaury and Marie-Elise Roux-Dubois, turn out to be both charming and attractive, and go out of their way to extend a warm welcome to her. And they make it very clear that it is she, not Daryl, who is their special guest, particularly when the striking Marie-Elise takes Jeanette down to the wine cellar for a very personal tour, followed by an unusual French lesson from Amaury. When she and Daryl are invited to stay and participate in the harvest festival, Jeanette finds herself caught up in a ménage a trois with the Roux-Dubois, both intent on teaching her many things…and not just about wine.
The War of Art
If you’ve been following me on Facebook, you’ll know I’ve been running into roadblocks on my current WIP. This is the same book that started out with such promise (I wrote the first fifty pages in a week, wheee!!!!). I love, love, loved it, knew it was the best thing I’d ever written and was gonna finish it in record time.
Well, the honeymoon period has been over for a couple of months. My WIP won’t take out the trash, doesn’t tell me I’m pretty any more, and the relationship has just been stagnating, the two of us sitting on the couch together, but not really communicating. I’ve tried sneaking around the road blocks in the story, but keep running into new ones. I’ve questioned myself (Is it me? What am I doing wrong?); my WIP (Why are you such a cold-hearted bastard?! Talk to me!!); and life in general (Maybe I’m not meant to be a writer. Maybe I should just resign myself to admin work the rest of my life).
So this morning I open this book, THE WAR OF ART by Steven Pressfield, on the Muni and read this:
“Like a magnetized needle floating on a surface of oil, Resistance will unfailingly point to true North – meaning that calling or action it most wants to stop us from doing.
We can use this. We can use it as a compass. We can navigate by Resistance, letting it guide us to that calling or action that we must follow before all others.
Rule of thumb: The more important a call or action is to our soul’s evolution, the more Resistance we will feel towards pursuing it.”
Talk about a cosmic wake-up smack on the back of the head (which kind of hurt ’cause I’m on my second week of serial migraines). I love moments like these when you read, see or hear exactly the right thing to flip a stubborn switch from ‘off’ to ‘on’ and help you move forward.
In other words, my WIP and I may be going through a shaky period, but it’s worth the time and effort to make this relationship work. I have a damn good book in the making and I’m gonna finish it even if I have to take out the trash every night.
Come on, WIP. Tell me I’m sexy. You know you want to. 🙂
I am NOT lazy…
I’ve just been busy! Doing what, you ask? Posting like a madwoman! Bwahahahah!!!
So, my lovelies, please join me on Un:Bound for a post from Elizabeth Coldwell on going outside of one’s type and then meander over to New York Bestseller Lois Gresh’s Zombie Lovefest, featuring all the authors from Ravenous Romance’s anthology HUNGRY FOR YOUR LOVE! 
Ravenous Wednesday with Isabel Roman!
Please join us on Un:Bound today for a fun post by paranormal erotic romance writer Isabel Roman as she talks about short attention spans and how to capture and then KEEP your audience!
Blogging on Fatal Foodies Today!
Book of the Day!
Ripping the Bodice is Book of the Day at Ravenous Romance today! So if you haven’t delved into the mysteries behind Angry Torso Man, now is your chance! 
Friendship and Hawaii
A good friend of mine from back in the day when I had a small waistline is flying me and Dave out to visit her for a week. Yup, flying us out there. How does one even start to thank someone for that kind of generosity? Ideas, anyone? Because I’m still blown away by this. I feel humbled that someone would want my/our company enough to buy us plane tickets. On the other hand, I think I’d do the same thing if our finances permitted, but it’s always easier for me to appreciate someone OTHER than myself. I’m not very good at the self-love thing at times.
Marcy and I met at a Jackstraws gig. Jackstraws is a folk band that played at renaissance faires (Huzzah, y’all!), restaurants, and at places like Seaport Village. They’ve since branched out, but the cool thing is I still recognize names and faces from back in the day. I was their female singer/tambourine player/dancer for a year (somewhere I have pictures of me in a full red gypsy skirt, off the shoulder white blouse, cinch belt – did I mention tiny waist? – and many bangled bracelets). Loved the music and the attention. I was a little better at the self-love thing back then. 🙂
I remember one gig, a special Halloween themed show at a restaurant, that got derailed when the other female singer and the flautist dropped acid. The flautist could handle it. The singer spent the evening in the ladies room, staring at her reflection and possibly watching finger trails. The guitarist’s girlfriend tried to fill in, but unfortunately had no sense of rhythm or pitch. It is from this gig the quote “A tambourine in the wrong hands is a dangerous weapon” originated. This was a one time incident, fyi, back in the early ’80s. The musicianship of all the members of Jackstraws I worked with and/or just enjoyed listening to was and is of the highest quality.
But I digress. Marcy and I hit it off really well. We had many slumber parties at our respective houses (more at hers, I think, because we could sneak into the kitchen at night and make strawberry daquaries, pillow held over the blender to avoid waking up her parents. Couldn’t get away with that at my house), did Ren Faires together, went to parties (including one where the above mentioned flautist gave me my first hallucinogenic mushrooms), and wrote together. When I ran away from home (three nights after a really stupid fight with my stepdad ’cause we were both tired and grouchy), I stayed at Marcy’s house. So did all of my clothing and furniture. Drama queen that I was, I didn’t do anything half-measure.
As happens when people grow up, go to school and get jobs, Marcy and I lost track of each other for a while. We reconnected briefly when she moved back to San Diego with her young daughter, but fell out of touch again. Then in 2009 Marcy found me on Facebook (at least I think it was Facebook) and we started corresponding sporadically. She was living in Hawaii, a military doctor. Gotta say that blew me away. I mean… a doctor. And an officer. Wow.
Anyway, Marcy and her daughter Megan (now nearing high school graduation age) went on a trip to check out prospective colleges and several they wanted to see were in San Francisco. So Dave and I happily hosted them for a few days. Marcy still pretty much looked exactly as I remembered, not exactly old enough to be a mother to Megan (heartbreakingly beautiful and a total sweetheart). And the friendship was also pretty much as it used to be, as in easy to sink back into it like a comfy chair. Which is pretty much the way the best and lasting friendships seem to work. Made me really regret the years we were out of touch, but completely appreciate having Marcy back in my life.
So… Hawaii. Leaving Saturday morning. I’m hoping we will be making strawberry daiquiris at least once. Guess we can leave the pillow out of it this time.
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